Re: Holding Pens: Kaegan
The chill of her hand didn’t surprise him; instead it felt soothing on Kaegan’s flushed face, and he offered no resistance when his head was tilted upward. He gazed up at her mouth and avoided eye contact despite his curiosity, lest she viewed him as disrespectful. Kaegan assumed she was a vampire and the possibility made his heart beat wildly at the thought of her drinking from him. He tried not to get ahead of himself but each time a Master fawned over him, Kaegan imagined what his future would be like in their care; even though his dreams were shattered when they walked away, he found it necessary to hold onto hope.
Eyelashes fluttering at the praise, Kaegan nuzzled his cheek into her palm in appreciation. He trembled lightly when her hands carded through his hair, letting out a soft whine when she became distracted by his papers. He relaxed at the sound of his name, hands twitching on his thighs in anticipation. Furrowing his brow at the command, Kaegan was at a loss. No one had requested that of him, and he licked his lips nervously after gaping stupidly for a moment. “I was born in the wild,” he confessed, “and I found that I enjoyed hunting and fishing. I became skilled with a bow.” Kaegan panicked, finding himself rather boring. He didn’t think she’d be interested in what instruments he could play or that he liked to stargaze; surely none of those were appealing qualities in a slave. Masters wanted property, not individuality. Clearing his throat quietly, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”